Crestfaller

I should have known with the tarot cards I had
Celtic cross reading that I’d go mad
Slow to grow, slow to let go
All I have now are, dreams where you scream no
And in these dreams I bend her over sinister
She disappears before I can finish her
I awake in the charnel grounds to the
Black witch and her moaning sounds

The coven howls as I raise up her skull
Their serpent tongues start chanting babble
I spit on myself and call it ran and I
Drew your sigil, but you never came
These songs are about lonely nights
It's a guise, meanwhile
All the scripture have lied to me
Hear the birds sing tragedy
I'm stuck in bed with your specter
Floats above me, a hell projector

Oh, oh, how low can the psyche go
Kissed a pipe underneath the mistletoe
Crestfallen and I can’t get up, I'm
Drinking lithe from a foil cup, I'm
Snorting lines of angel ashes
Applauding fatal car crashes
Deny my soul its perfect freedom
It’s just more fun to be a demon
Lose, lose, lose, lose